Of course not. Only kidding.

It just keeps getting better.

Soon: The irrelevant seating will be removed, and people will be herded on by brown shirted officials using cattle prods. Once inside the door, professional masked wrestlers will stack customers in as Korobeiniki plays at deafening volume.
Timetables for trains will all have a notional departure time of ‘when we’re fucking good and ready’. A buffet car will provide hot and cold criticism of your life, for a fee, and lager in bendy plastic cups. For this, you will be required to deposit a major internal organ each year, and sign a contract with a Mr. B Al-zebub saying ‘something something your soul’. A magnificent teetering pile of bare faced daylight robbery the likes of which has never been seen, helping foreign investors get richer than they ever imagined.

Listen to Mr Corbyn. Nationalise.